Imogen Heap

Propeller seeds, corridor scene
talk on, walk out
It took me a minute,
my mind was on other things
Oh, but you got me at "Paris"
I must be coming down with
something to be thinking this
What's happening here?
I'm growing roots through my toes!
And leaves from my fingertips, unfurl.
Where does this story go?
(queue, food, drink up, continue)
We float in tandem,
past name tags and shaking hands
immune to the hubbub of others.
We’re deep in discussion
the party’s on mute.
Our bubble’s got it covered.